Open 1989 Lyrics

This year, more than any other year

Won't belong in this history

Lady Luck before me charmed me out of my skull

Never a dull moment when luck is at the helm

Loosen up, you're coming home - these stories are to tell

My niece is selling seashells - I hear she's doing very well

A black cat memory betrayed me - brought me to my knees

The same yellow-y scene that brought you back to me

Dancing by the fire I saw your eyes

Waiting to make a compromise - waiting for big surprise

This year, more than any other year

Don't belong in this history

I fall on these apologies for people we'll just never be

You cannot rely on your mind - you can trust only that you'll find time

Tonight we use a telephone - tomorrow we'll need so much more

Won't you come down on the floor? Won't you come down on the floor?

This year, more than any other year

Don't belong in this history

It's a big surprise - surprise

It's a big surprise

Right between the eyes - a big surprise

Surprise surprise

Surprise surprise

Surprise surprise